Kintsugi living blog — patterns

Keeping the windows of the soul clean

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Keeping the windows of the soul clean

© 2010 Pat David, Flickr | CC-BY-SA | via Wylio There's a long, narrow window beside the front door of my house. Other than using it on rare occasion to see who is knocking at my door, I pay very little attention to it as I go about my days. Last weekend I happened to walk by it as the light was hitting it just right, and I noticed that it was filthy. It only took a couple of minutes to clean it well inside and out, but it made such a huge difference in how sharply I could see...

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The observer as gold in ego's broken shell

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The observer as gold in ego's broken shell
The brokenness that shattered my life also shattered the shell of ego enough to help me get in touch with my inner observed, that curious but detached part of myself that runs deeper and truer than my ego ever will.

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Detachment: Living with open hands

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Detachment: Living with open hands

A bird in the hand is worth ... by laughingbird, on Flickr. Used via Creative Commons licensing. I first encountered the idea of detachment in reading Buddhist thought many years ago. I remember feeling rather put off by the whole idea. My concept of detachment at the time involved a total lack of emotion, of caring, or involvement with anyone or anything. It sounded to me like a bland and empty way to live, and I couldn't imagine how that could be beneficial to anyone. I could see how it might erase the pain, but it seemed to me that...

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When obsessing over others is avoidance

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When obsessing over others is avoidance
“When we find ourselves obsessing over what someone else is doing, it is probably because there is an action we are avoiding taking ourselves.” ~Julia Cameron

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When the jukebox gets stuck

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Jukebox - 1947 Wurlitzer model 1080 by canorus, on Flickr. Used via Creative Commons licensing. I have a giant jukebox of memories in my brain, and I have little conscious control over which old songs ti chooses to play for me. Its song choices are triggered by the things I encounter in daily life, bringing up these old ghosts from the past to haunt my present. Most of the time, these random replays from the past float in and out of my consciousness with little impact, but there are certain old songs that get stuck like broken records echoing again...

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